God of Ruin: A Dark College Romance (Legacy of Gods Book 4)

What. The. Fuck?

I’m going to kill this bastard. How dare he look at Bran—my fucking twin brother—like he’s his next bitch?

My. Fucking. Brother.

The Landon King’s identical twin.

You.” She points at me, her eyes blazing a darker blue like the color of murdered roses. “Go to hell, you fucking bastard.”

“Only if you come along. I’d appreciate the company.”

Hope is the worst emotion to experience when there’s no light at the end of the tunnel.

You wait.

You pray.

You even try to delude yourself that it’s not happening to you. That it just can’t be you.

Humans, by nature, can’t live without the promise of hope, as false as it might get. It doesn’t matter if the doomed reality of their situation hits them in the face. If they believe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, they’ll go for it. Over and over again.

“You thought sacrificing the queen was blasphemy, but you forgot a significant anecdote. The queen’s job is to die for the king.”

I glare at him. How could he be so hateful, even when talking about chess?

Tell me more.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“How about pretty please?”

“Still no.”

“Pity. I thought you’d crumble for my carefully crafted charming persona, but you don’t like nice and charming, do you, little muse?

“Arrogant much?”

“Just the right amount, in my opinion.”

“Your opinion, just like your whole personality and existence, is awfully flawed and in need of a desperate revamp.”

Mia: Just leave before they find out.

Devil Lord: Not without you.

Mia: Are you serious?

Devil Lord: A million percent.

No god can stop the psycho but I can.” But let’s ignore the fact that I’m hiding in my brother’s mansion because this is the only place where he won’t be able to pull any shit.

The devil works fast, but Landon King works faster.

I scroll to the top of his profile and read the caption.

Landon King. The Prince Charming your nana told you fairy tales about.

More like the monster.